What though life's water from the clouds descend
Thou'llt ne'er pluck fruit from off the willow-bough;
Not on the base thy precious moments spend
Thou'llt ne'er taste sugar from the reed I trow.
Abar gar ab-i-zindagi barad
Hargiz az shakh-i-bed bar na khori
Bar faromaya rozgar mabar
Kaz nai boriya shakar nakhori.
Hargiz az shakh-i-bed bar na khori
Bar faromaya rozgar mabar
Kaz nai boriya shakar nakhori.